WHAT YOU'VE BEEN SOLD
Gardens became an arena of virtue.
Even the garden became a stage for visible virtue. The no-mow signage announcing your restraint, the pollinator credentials, the little placards, the lawn with an entire manifesto attached, every border now expected to make a public statement about the kind of person who tends it. And somewhere under all that campaigning, the actual point of a garden, that it might simply be a composed and pleasant place to stand in of an evening, got rather lost. The rosy green does not campaign. It has no position statement. It just makes the evening composed.
Your garden doesn't need a position statement. It needs an atmosphere.